I have never wanted to be in a particular place at a given time as badly as I do right now.
I love the rain swept terrace and midnight storms.
I love lolla. I love talking about PABs.
I love playing football, I love watching our football players.
I love thinking about what was, and what could have been.
I love wednesday Biryani.
I love it when Shankar is around.
I love mellow evenings and vela bahaar.
I love the maggie that Blackie cooks for me.
I love chatting with the person next door to me through the wall.
I love sneaking into BH1.
I love trying to look nice in the morning.
I love not knowing what is going to happen next.
I love trying and failing to run to Shameerpet every day.
I love water fights and Apdi Podu.
I love stockpiling during prohibition.
I love the fights, the accusations and the controversies.
I love not caring, while acknowledging how much I love and need it all.
I love my life. And I will not stop being grateful. (and I am counting the days till Sunday)
Boom De Yada!
3 comments:
you'll be back before you know it. our football players fought with passion and the most handsome of them also got himself injured. :) but all is well. our glory is intact. WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS!
That includes you too.
Nobody cares man!...
Deal with it
The person next door to you through the wall loved chatting back.
(We are disgusting soppy sissies. Nobody respects us anymore.)
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